DAY 101, Post 1

I love my new job.  LOVE it.  But the hours between 2 and 4pm seem to drag unmercilessly.  And even worse are the days (like today) when I have eaten a big lunch and my eyes just want to keep crossing.  Today the Mountain Dew and coffee don't seem to be helping either.  So...  I blog.

Yes, I know I shouldn't be doing this from work, but I have a dilemma as far as work is concerned.  I'm GREAT at my job.  And I'm quick to get my work done, which leaves me with a void in my To-Do pile.  Currently I have work to do, however I'm waiting for responses from my co-workers before I can continue on any of it.  And I've already cleaned my desk, including spraying it with cleaner, and my e-mail inbox.  And I've started on a Power Point presentation for the weekly Monday Morning meeting, even though my pre-decessors didn't normally work on it until Friday.  But, yes...  I get satisfaction out of surprising people with the news that my work is already finished...  Correctly...  And ahead of schedule.

Yesterday Dave and I bought a grill and last night he made DELICIOUS beef ribs for dinner.  I've never had beef ribs before, and even Mr. Picky Eater Thing 2 loved them!  I have to say however, that I had absolutely no clue how much buying a Propane tank cost!  Speedway charged over $50 for the tank (because we needed to buy a new tank, not just exchange an empty for a filled), but on a positive note, they give 1000 speedway points with a tank purchase.  Now if I only knew how to cash in Speedway points...  Hmmm...

Tonight is the first of our two much appreciated (regular) nights off from the boys of the week.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my boys.  However, the quiet in the house for those two nights is...  Welcomed with open arms...  And I will say that I know I like it even more because I know their dad won't be calling to talk to them, even though he already saw them earlier in the day.  Perhaps I'll come across as uncaring, but on the nights when he has them, I try to give him HIS time with them without interuptions from me.  But he doesn't look at it that way.  And I feel he intrudes on my time with the boys.  And unfortunately for the boys (and him I guess), they don't want to talk to him when he calls.  But he gives attitude to me and them if they don't talk to him, so I am forced to give them no option but to talk to him.  And that sucks.

Alright..  Back to work.